Release In The Night Sky

The little girl of seven sat on the grass, staring up at the night sky. Stars twinkled brightly and the moon was a great silver disk that took away the darkness. A shooting star blazed across the sky and she squeezed her eyes shut, making a wish.

Eight years later and the little girl was eighteen. She had choppy red hair and bangs that fell on her eyes. Blue eyes sparkled as much as the stars in the night sky and her pale skin was peppered with freckles. Her name was Kymalie. She sighed and stood up from her desk where she was finishing her science homework. 'High school sure does have a lot of homework,' she thought. Everything was being stressful and tough in her life. High school and it's work, friends, the school snob who always made Kymalie mad, family problems, and herself. Kymalie walked out of her room, then out of her house into the Vermont night. She walked to a nearby park and sat down on the grass. The stars twinkled brightly and the moon was a great silver disk that took away the darkness. A shooting star blazed a trail over her head. Kymalie watched it smiling and made her wish.

Sometimes The Best Part Of Sleeping Is Waking Up

Marina looked up at the sky in an empty, isolated world. Her long brown hair fluttered in the cold wind and her brown eyes looked at everything around her. She had walked around in it, but there didn't seem to be a way out. Marina walked down the cracked, old, dirty gray road, brown leaves crunching under her feet. In this world, there seemed to be no people or animals, save for herself, and there were only plants stuck forever in autumn. Perhaps she had been there for an hour, or a day, maybe even a week. Time didn't seem to exist anymore. All Marina seemed to be able to do was explore and think. In her thoughts, everyone in her class, family, friends never left her. The sky was cloudy. It always was. But at that moment, it was different. To many clouds covered the sky, all gray to black. The sun shined more brightly that ever, and Marina stepped into the sunlight, brown eyes sparkling.

13 days, 8 hours, 2 minutes, and 47 seconds. 13 days, 8 hours, 2 minutes, and 48 seconds. That was how long Marina had been in a coma so far. Flowers and gifts surrounded her hospital bed. There seemed to be no hope for her to ever wake up. All of her eighth grade class and teacher, as well as family, were all standing or sitting around her sleeping body. Every head suddenly looked at her as she stirred slightly. "Marina?" asked her mother. Her lovely brown eyes, all to common yet so rare, opened. Marina gazed at everyone before recognizing lit her eyes. She smiled at said her first two words in 13 days. "Good morning."

Some people would rather sleep away their life instead of live it. But no matter who you are, what you're like, and what you do, to everyone out there, sometimes the best part of sleeping is waking up.

Simple Things Are More Than We Think

A pencil. Only a wooden stick with led. That's all it is, right? That is what a pencil is. Yet it can also be so, so much more. A pencil. A drawing utensil. A writing utensil. A wooden stick with led that has magic in it, magic we never notice. Magic that can crate and destroy. With a simple, wooden pencil that no one would spare a second glance at, one could draw and write their own world, and destroy it it a matter of seconds with an eraser. Magic that crates life within your own world, all stuck inside your head. That's what a simple pencil is and can be. Something that makes and destroys, something that can transfer your world to the real world. Something with magic. That isn't the only simple thing. Everywhere you look, everything you see everyday, is more than it looks. Take a scarf. What do you think? It's your favorite color, it's warm, soft, nice? Or maybe that you want to know how to make something like it, it's got a nice design. Now think bigger. A scarf is a cure for the cold, a gift from the heart, even a costume part for a model. Books. Books are the simplest things and yet are so magical. Though it's only paper stuck between covers, they also hold different worlds, realities. When you read a book, you get thrown into a different world, going through each part. So what do you see in simple things now? Do you see them for what they look like, or do you seen them for something bigger?

False Dreams

Six deaths. Six deaths so far in Japan from a Japanese virus which involved throwing up, weakness, and a lot of pain. This virus was sweeping down Japan. To add on to that, it was also very contagious. So contagious that if one child got it, the school closed down until everyone was better. At least, that was what Amiko heard. Amiko was a black and pink haired girl in 11th grade and always seemed to know what was going on in other countries. As she told her friend, Lilau, she made dramatic hand motions. "And, even though it's just a virus, they don't have any medicine to help with it! I mean, no wonder six people died," Amiko remarked, waving her hands. "Yes, but creating a medicine that helped with all the effects of the virus and got rid of it must be hard," calmly said Lilau. "But they really should! I'm expecting it! In fact, I should try and find the cure for it!" Lilau looked at her stangely. "You certainly have high expectations for the medical world." Amiko looked down and sighed, knowing that they weren't high expectations. She looked back up and at Lilau seriously. "They're not high expectations Lilau. They're only false dreams."